Scoups #seventeen Novels & Stories

Faced with his terrible, disgusting act, I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to remain calm no matter what. I gradually realized that I couldn't continue acting weak like this anymore. When I woke up the next morning, I realized someone had requested to follow my private account on social media, and the request came from a profile I wasn't quite familiar with. I tapped into the follow request message. It read, "Nancy, it's me, Cedric York." I froze for a moment when I saw the name on the screen. Memories of my college days immediately flooded my mind. Cedric was my senior in the same course I was taking when we were still in college. We even used to be in the student council toget

She picked up the intercom and called the finance department. "Hello? Howard? Check the system and see if it shows Mavis's employee ID approving every purchase payment tied to the missing five hundred thousand dollars."

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.

"Skyla, the dreams I have been having are one's I shouldn't be." "I know what you mean, Caeleb. Mine have been rated R." Skyla, you are 17 and I don't want to do anything that may hurt you." "I will be 18 soon." "I know but until you turn 18, I don't want either of us on your brother sh*t list. I didn't plan on staying away from you but while we are at work, I was going to keep my distance just to keep him off my back and yours."

But for now, you're allowed to openly date him, have fun, and do whatever the hell you want to do. Queen smiled, "Oh, Scorpion, you're so cool. thank you, Dad, Thank you, Mom." Afterward, she got up and happily ran into her room. While she was going, her mom said, "Try to wear something nice for the party tomorrow, okay?" "Of course, I will, I mean I have to impress my fiance." Her parents shook their heads and laughed. As Queen went into the room, she picked up her phone and opened her social media to look at Bryce's pictures. He had given her his handle so they could connect socially.

Seb reverberated around the room “You are charged with high treason against your Queen and People as well as the murder of thousands of your fellow vampires!” He glanced at me. I nodded. Skytte started to squeak but Seb had already unleashed his claws. He ripped them across Skytte’s throat where his squeak died into a gurgle as he choked on his own blood; it coated his ragged clothes and the floor. Adelaide looked positively ghost-like. Hilarious. Seb placed his clawed hand on Skytte’s dying shoulder before pushing down and twisting his head at the same time. The two separated with a satisfying sinewy twang. Skytte’s useless body fell to the floor.

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.

"I want to go on top." Happy to oblige, Damon laid back and helped Scar on top of him. She positioned her thighs on either side of his hips, and she lowered herself down onto his cock. He speared her, and she threw her head back in a throaty moan, revealing the column of her throat as she sank down onto him fully. She took his full, thick length easily after months of training her for his size, and now Scar rode his cock eagerly, grinding her hips against against him.

called out one of the photographers, a man with a massive camera hanging around his neck. Killian guided me to a spot in front of a backdrop with the company logos. His hand moved from my back to my waist, pulling me closer to his side. "Smile," he murmured in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. I smiled, but it felt tight and forced. The camera flashes were blinding, making my eyes water. "Can we get something more natural?" another photographer called out. "Maybe looking at each other?" Killian turned toward me, and I found myself staring up into his gray eyes. This close, I could see the tiny scar above his left eyebrow that I had never noticed before.

Upon hearing her voice, Mike’s brows furrowed in annoyance. His tone held unmistakable disgust. “Why are you still at home? Where’s your mom?” Startled by the sudden scolding, Melanie flinched. Her eyes instantly reddened, but even so, she carefully held out the family portrait she had spent an entire week drawing. With a trembling voice, she said, “This is the family picture I drew. I wanted to give it to you when you arrive back at home…” Before she could finish her sentence, just as the picture—filled with her love and anticipation—was about to reach Mike’s hands, a small hand snatched it away rudely.